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Just twenty one hundred kilometers,
Eighteen and one half hours to our new life.
Are there storm clouds sitting on the breakers,
Or do we start again as man and wife?

Mighty torrents raged under our bridges,
But now we’re moored in calm, pacific, sea.
Have we arrived at time of smooth cruising,
Will we fall prey to rabid battery?

Optimistic compass has great portents,
I Pray that we will help each other float.
In our circle of two we need assents,
Our best chapters are as of yet unwrote.

Ours is a tiny vessel cast adrift,
Daring rapids hand in hand life’s true gift.